Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Lecter in the middle of the room thoughtfully: "As far as I know, Mr. Warden is still keeping his promise. He will wait for his meal in the office every three meals a day."

Stark was taken aback: "What? I thought that asking you to cook for the warden that morning had left him a terrible shadow..." He paused, remembering that the warden might not have a head and couldn't help but rub it. To rub his hair.

But Strange and the others think that the warden may also be guided correctly-who is the AI ​​expert?Stark thought irritably.

"So," Stark glanced at the dinner plate, "Did you use this to drive the warden away?" He curled his lips, "This is quite a real achievement-he is the master here."

Lecter smiled slightly, not going to respond to Stark's nonsense.

Stark sighed.He guessed that the last conversation about the vacation location was so abrupt that the warden decided to miss the appointment.

Hell, he is also the creditor of Mr. Warden—not only did he humble himself as a driver, but now he has to find someone.

He walked out of the office and contacted his artificial intelligence butler outside the range of the prisoners and guards in the room: "Help me locate the warden on the satellite map."

"I can't, sir, I think Mr. Warden should have carried an anti-tracking device." The artificial intelligence replied, "Then why don't you try to go directly to the funeral site?"

Stark: "...Thank you, I know."

However, the warden was able to block his AI signal, which was far beyond his expectation.

Not to mention cutting-edge technology in the entire prison, even the electronic control door is not installed-can the warden still bring an anti-tracking device?

Stark sighed, walked out of the prison and got into the car he was driving over, and located the funeral location on the virtual light-screen map that popped up.

"Autopilot, my dear." He said to the AI ​​butler, "I have to think of an excuse and let him take me when I meet the warden later, so that I can fully intervene in his vacation."

"Okay, sir." answered his intelligent butler, "--but it's really abnormal."

Stark: "..."

He should have formatted this electronic head long ago.

But the bad day did not end there. When he was driving on the highway, a familiar sirens came from behind him, and the state police patrol car signaled him to pull over and stop.

"Sir," a policeman came out and said to his lowered car window, "please show your driver's license-do you know that it is illegal to sleep while driving?"

"I'm not sleeping, I'm...thinking." Stark took out his driver's license and handed it to the state police. "And I'm Tony Stark, sir-the satellite I built is still in earth orbit, my The car can also take care of himself."

"Then you'd better drive in space as much as possible, because that's not my responsibility." The state trooper issued a ticket for driving violations. "Thank you."

Stark: "..."

After going through various twists and turns, Stark finally arrived in the funeral hall before the funeral began.He soon found Mr. Warden among the sparse crowd, and there was another person beside him, Mr. Fergus, who was wearing a brown-gray trench coat with no expression on his face.

The arrangement of the prisoner’s mourning hall is very simple, a routine procedure under government subsidies.But there were no relatives in the Sycostone file, and Stark frowned-he saw many people in the small mourning hall, all waiting for the memorial service to begin.

This incident also surprised Zhang Dianyu.

In fact, he even saw a few familiar faces among the people who came to the memorial service-aren't they all the damn residents of Untitled Town?

Every household has people who commit crimes and go to jail. Apart from visiting prisons, they have nothing to do to send prisoners who have been shot. The life of the residents of the small town is also very colorful?

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Mr. Fergus can fit into this atmosphere well.Holding a teacup delivered by the staff in his hands, he quietly sat on the first row of chairs in front of the coffin.

Others scattered around in the mourning hall, occasionally walking around aimlessly, as if the morgue next door was unlocked and a group of corpses ran out.

Zhang Dianyu feels complicated.

He glanced at Mr. Fergus next to him, and after confirming that he would sit there waiting instead of running around, quietly walked out of the mourning hall.

He didn't notice an extra tail behind him.

There was a small fast food restaurant at the entrance of the funeral home. He walked in and sat down.The waiter glanced here, and just pulled out the menu, before he could approach him, he was stopped by someone: "Trouble wait a minute, we need to say a few words."

The waiter rolled his eyes, dropped the menu and left.Zhang Dianyu raised his eyes slightly to look at the incoming person: "...Can't you let me wake up with a cup of coffee?"

"I'm not sure," Stark said ambiguously. "Maybe you think you need it, but you don't need it?"

What kind of coffee does AI head drink?

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

"Why are you out?" Stark sat down across from him.

"..." Zhang Dianyu: "I said, have a cup of coffee."

"Mr. Fergus...do you mind doing this?" Stark smiled.

Zhang Dianyu was a little confused.In their view, is Fergus already a brutal ruler who doesn't even let people drink a cup of coffee?Of course, he actually felt that the atmosphere in the mourning hall was a bit depressing—not because of the corpses inside, but because of the untitled town residents who attended the funeral.

Zhang Dianyu picked up the menu, frowned and looked at it for a long time, but he was thinking about other issues in his mind.

Stark glanced at it, "Chicken sandwich—does it hurt you?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

"I'm thinking about you... and Fury, and Batman." Zhang Dianyu put down the menu and said, "I'm thinking about how you are different from other people in this world."

Stark thought for a moment, then shrugged: "Almost, funerals always cause people to think-I mean, all life... That is, cats, dogs, and the like, should also... think What is the meaning of being alive?"

"?" Zhang Dianyu slowly played a question mark, but considering that the rich man opposite was still his creditor, he did not ask "Are you sick?"

Stark: "..."

He picked up the menu and glanced at it: "If the chicken sandwich makes you feel painful-I recommend the cheese beef burger."

Zhang Dianyu nodded indifferently.

Stark called the waiter, quickly ordered two breakfasts, and then looked at the person opposite.The warden leaned on the back of the seat of the fast-food restaurant and turned his face to look out the window.

The memorial service for SYK Stone was set at ten o'clock in the morning, and it was only after nine o'clock, and the sky was already gloomy as evening.

"It's bad weather." Stark also glanced outside. "It's going to rain soon-it's another good weather for the funeral."

Zhang Dianyu turned his head slowly and glanced at Stark again.He felt that the other party's reaction today was very wrong.

Maybe it's too far away from the prison, so Stark is like the magical inhabitants of Untitled Town, his brain has gone bad?

But he felt a little disappointed.He even initially thought it was a real world, but as far as he saw it-there are not many people who seem to have brains like Stark and Wayne, and only a few people will act like prisoners in Zone B. The close to real response.

Most people, including funeral home employees and delivery drivers outside fast food restaurants, look no different from guards in prisons.

There is always a dull expression on his face, doing his work mechanically.

Unlike what Banner said, this is neither a fog nor the real world.

Zhang Dianyu sighed slightly, then looked back at Stark-even Stark, speaking outside the prison began to become illogical.Maybe this is the reason why they were set up to live not far from the prison?

While he was looking at Stark, the other party also made an embarrassed look at the cheeseburger brought by the waiter.

Zhang Dianyu felt that Stark was a little pitiful when he started to drop frames. He took the tomato ketchup from the side and put it in front of him, and even smiled.

"Oh." Stark raised his head when he heard the sound of the ketchup bottle touching the tabletop, looked at Zhang Dianyu's smile in a daze, and couldn't help muttering: "...It turned out to be ketchup, I thought you wanted it. Suddenly took out a knife and stabbed me."

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

He decided not to care about Stark anymore.

After a simple breakfast, the two left the fast food restaurant together and returned to the mourning hall.

The memorial service soon began, and the residents of Untitled Town lined up to the stage and described the non-existent neighborly friendship with SYK Stone without emotion.

Zhang Dianyu was not prepared, and he did not plan to go up and give a speech on his role.

But when the memorial service reached the final stage, when he walked up to kiss the corpse on the cheek to say goodbye, the prompt that suddenly appeared frightened him.

[The role is not selectable, do you want to transfer the role title?

Zhang Dianyu paused while supporting the coffin.

Although he hasn't figured out what the situation is, he instinctively wants to refuse-he can no longer know how crooked the skill tree of Sykestone is.

Is he going to become some kind of "toilet king" and "explosive egg expert"?

Zhang Dianyu looked at SYKSTONE restrainedly and fell into thought.

Residents of Untitled Town in the back lined up quietly, and no one urged them.

On the other side of him, Mr. Fergus was still sitting in the first row of chairs, looking at him quietly.

Zhang Dianyu's throat moved slightly.

Maybe this "King of the Toilet" and "Blamed Egg Expert" can be Mr. Fergus?